September rain rustled outside the window. In the semi-darkness of the office with a huge panoramic window, two small red lights were burning. They faded in and out. These were two cigarettes quietly smoldering in the hands of two gangsters. Mikey had his feet up on the table, smoking, looking at the ceiling. Sanzu leaned against the wall, exhaling smoke, his attentive eyes never leaving the leader for a second.

Mikey: ...

Sanzu: ...

Lightning struck outside the window, illuminating the office and two guys. And in the eyes of each of them there was a slight madness, even if each had their own.